Monday, July 18, 2005
I give up trying to work in the basement and set up shop over at large chain bookstore. The place is incredibly noisy with whining kiddos (nap time, people!), and women planning birthday parties, and a guy reading about Italy whose sneezes startle everyone, causing us to shake our heads at one another in disbelief. Probably the most annoying noise has to do with the Potter #6. Every ten minutes or so, a customer breezes into the store as if arriving at a party and from across the store gleefully sings out to the cashier, “I’m here to pick up my Harry Potter book!” I’m glad they’re so excited, but I feel sorry for the cashiers, who seem pottered out.
Back at home, teen daughter reads Harry quietly. And #1 son gets into the Potter spirit by booting up a quidditch match on the computer.